Comics are forever

Newsarama has a piece up now called The Q: What Brought You In? where they ask comic professionals how they got interested in comics.

It's interesting, but when I asked myself what got me into comics (because it's all about me around here :)), I didn't have an answer. There is no particular thing that got me into comics. They were, simply, always there. I'll give you that there must have been some point where I did not have any comics--before I learned to read would be my guess--but since my mom taught me fairly early, I don't really remember a time when I couldn't read, and therefore don't remember a time when I had no comic books.

(As a side note, I don't remember my folks reading comics at all. They read a lot of books, as did my brother and myself, but I really don't remember them picking up a comic every once in a while, and yet I'm sure they must have because they knew who all my favorite characters were. They had absolutely no problem with our reading them--we were never encouraged to read "better" things--but they seemed to view them as a kid thing. I suppose that's how they remembered them from their own childhoods, and by then saw them not as a thing to share with their own kids so much as a thing to pass on.)

There are, of course, a number of comics I have particularly strong memories of. Iron Man #1, for example--probably the first and only time I've ever been impressed with a first issue, and all it took was for me to be six years old. :) But it was far from being the one thing that got me interested in comics. As far as I perceived, there was no one thing--comics had always been there. Which may have something to do with my inability to quit them.